someone once explained to me that when fate comes into play, choice sometimes goes out the window. maybe Romeo and Juliet were fated to be together, but just for a while, and then their time passed. if they could have known that beforehand, maybe it all would have been okay. but hell, Juliet was an idiot. for one thing, she falls for the one guy she knows she can't have. everyone thinks it's so romantic; Romeo and Juliet, true love. how sad. if Juliet was stupid enough to fall for the enemy, drink a bottle of poison, and go to sleep in a mausoleum, then she deserved everything she got.
i told that someone when i was grown up, i'd take fate into my own hands. i wouldn't let some guy drag me down. that someone said that i'd be lucky if i ever had that kind of passion with someone, and if i did, we'd be together forever. even now, i believe that for the most part, love is about choices. it's about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happy ending, most of the time. and sometimes, despite all your best intentions, fate wins anyway.
ever get that feeling, when you look into someone's eyes, and get some kind of sixth sense, when the great beyond is headed for you, you feel it coming. what's the one thing you've always dreamed of doing before you died?
yours truly
